Chapter Twenty-Nine
Elliot
“I’m not sure this is a good idea,” I say.
Seraphine gasps, pausing on the sidewalk and our conjoined hands makes me stop too.
“Are you scared?” she asks with a raised brow.
“No,” I say sternly. “But we just ate.”
I look up at the Ferris wheel, the one I haven’t been on in over twenty-five years.
“It’s not a roller coaster, Elliot. It goes slow.”
“But it goes around. And all the way up there.” I point toward the sky.
Narrowing her eyes, she tugs on my hand, and we keep going. I purchase two tickets for the great wheel, and we get in line. Even though every part of my body is screaming at me not to do this.
“Do you think we’ll get one to ourselves?”
“If you wanted to be alone, I would have bought more tickets.”
She rolls her eyes, lifting onto her toes to look further down the line.
I move behind her, putting my arms around her and bending to reach her ear.
“Are you ashamed of me, Seraphine?”
“Of course not,” she answers, sounding almost offended.
I kiss her cheek before she turns in my arms, lifting up on her toes to press her lips to mine.
“Truthfully, I like people seeing us together,” she says.
“Is that so?”
Biting on her bottom lip, she nods, her cheeks turning that beautiful shade of pink again. Though, that could be from the cool air. I’ll pretend it’s for me.
“You are so perfect,” I whisper, giving her one more lingering kiss.
Soon enough, we’re in our gondola with another couple across from us.
I keep my arm around Seraphine, and she oohs and aahs over every little thing, which I find adorable.
She’d told me before we got here that it’s been a while since she’s been on the great wheel, which is why she wanted to do it again.
She didn’t have anyone to go with before, and I told her I’ll do anything with her.
Everything she wants, I’m here to do it.
The couple across from us chat quietly, pointing things out and I catch an Irish accent. They must be tourists. It’s another thing about Seattle a lot of natives dislike, but I don’t mind that either. It brings in plenty of money.
When we make half a rotation and start going back down, Seraphine settles some, resting into my side.
“This is nice. Thank you for taking me.”
“You’re very welcome.” I kiss the side of her head. “What will we do when our feet are on the ground again?”
“Hmmm,” she says dramatically. “I was thinking ice cream.”
“Ice cream?” I chuckle. “We just ate dinner.”
“So,” she argues. “I want ice cream.”
Well, if she wants ice cream, she’ll get it.
We find a place not too far, and we each order a cone, then find a seat outside. It’s chilly, maybe a little too much to be eating ice cream outside, but Seraphine is happy and that’s all that matters to me.
“So, two wives, huh?” she asks before dragging her tongue up that cone. The sight of it has my dick twitching in my pants and reminding me how she sucked me off in the office earlier today. She’s been insatiable over the last week, and I couldn’t be more thrilled with it.
“That’s right.”
“What happened to your first marriage?”
“She died,” I say simply, and she pauses.
“Oh… Ooh.” She drags out the second one, probably putting pieces together. “Harrison’s mom.”
“Yes.”
“I don’t know why I didn’t put that together until now. I’m sorry.”
“No need to be sorry. You’re allowed to ask questions about my life.”
She nods, hesitating before going back to her ice cream.
“You can keep asking me questions, Seraphine. I know you want to.”
She smiles, but keeps her gaze off me, focusing on her ice cream.
“Fine. Be stubborn. I’ll just tell you then.” I lick a drop of ice cream that’s melting quickly, despite the cold, then continue on.
“I married Miranda, my second wife, when Harrison was eight. His mother died when he was only a few months old, and it’s not that I was avoiding a relationship, but it was difficult caring for a young child and being the CEO of a large company that was quickly growing.”
Another pause to take more ice cream. I should have gotten a cup with a spoon, instead of this messy cone. I take a napkin from my pocket to wipe my mouth before tucking it under my leg, so it doesn’t fly away.
“Miranda was… well, she wasn’t Laura. It wasn’t a love at first sight type of thing, or even an in-love thing. We met at a charity event, then ran into each other at other events, and things kind of fell into place like a puzzle. It made sense.”
“So, what happened?” she asks.
I take a breath before answering. It used to be a simple answer, one I could give without caring. But now, since Seraphine, I wonder if maybe I am in the wrong. If I admit what I’m about to admit, will Seraphine feel the same? Could the same things happen to us?
I’m getting ahead of myself thinking her and I will be in an actual relationship, never mind marriage, but that’s where my mind is taking me.
“She said she was lonely because I was married to my job.”
“Were you?” is what Seraphine asks. “Married to your job. Did you put it before her?”
“Yes,” I answer honestly.
“Why?” Her word is simple, not accusatory.
I take a moment to think about it because I’ve never thought about it before.
I knew what I did, but I didn’t feel sorry for it.
Didn’t regret it. She knew who I was when we got together.
I was fine with the divorce and us separating because it was my job that mattered more to me.
“She didn’t mean enough to me.” Seraphine’s eyes go a little wide. “And I know that sounds terrible, but it’s not that I didn’t care about her. I did. We had a family, and though things are strained right now, I love my stepdaughter. But at the time, my business needed more attention.”
“And now?”
Those words don’t come out as strong. She’s nervous about what my answer will be.
“Now… I’ve found something more important, and I want to give it all my attention.”
The smile I get in return is breathtaking.
Seraphine gets up from her seat across from me and moves onto the bench beside me.
“I like when you say things like that to me,” she says quietly.
“It’s just the truth.”
Putting my arm around her, I hug her close to me. We finish our ice cream and make our way inside the ice cream parlor to the bathrooms so we can wash our sticky hands.
“Where to now?” I ask as we make our way back outside.
“Well, I was thinking a nice hot bath would be nice.”
“That does sound nice,” I answer.
“So, back to my place?”
I grab her hand, linking our fingers.
“My place.” She looks up at me questioningly. “I have a bath that will fit both of us.”
“You said you had a bath, Elliot.”
“Well, I do.” Pulling my shirt off, I toss it onto the chair. “But why go in there when we could be out here?”
I kick my pants off then go to her, needing to help her get undressed.
“Is something wrong with it?” I ask against her ear.
“Not at all.”
I lift her shirt up, kissing the space where her neck meets her shoulder, then move along and do the same on the other side. As I help her remove her clothes, I kiss her everywhere I can.
I set the timer on the hot tub for the jets to come on, and I step inside then offer my hand to help her in. Taking a seat in my favorite spot, the one that gives the perfect view of the bay, I pull her onto my lap, tugging her hair aside and brushing my fingers through it.
“Tell me about your life when you were little,” I say softly.
She doesn’t hesitate to answer as she settles against me, hands running along the top of the bubbling water.
“It was great. Perfect. My father worked a nine-to-five, my mother was a stay-at-home mom. She dropped me off at school every morning and picked me up every afternoon. I remember complaining that I couldn’t take the bus like other kids, but she told me she liked spending the extra time with me.”
“So, your sweetness comes from her?” I ask.
She huffs out a laugh. “I suppose so, yeah. Dinner was always on the table at 5:30, just when Dad got home. We’d eat dinner as a family and then watch TV as a family after. They both tucked me in at night. We’d take weekend trips sometimes, and everything was great. Until it wasn’t.”
“Go on,” I say softly.
“I don’t really know what happened. Only that my happy mother suddenly wasn’t so happy anymore. It slowly got worse over time, until… it became too much.”
“Did you ever try asking your father?”
“I never got the chance.”
I hug her tighter to me, never getting enough of how she feels against me.
“It’s almost like he died with her that day too. The man who was there after her death wasn’t my father. It wasn’t.”
It’s quiet for a moment and I let her work through the emotions she’s feelings. Words aren’t going to help her get through this; she needs to manage it herself. She knows I’m here and I’ll listen to anything she has to say, when she’s ready to say it.
“Have you heard anything about his estate yet?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “Nothing.”
“I’ll have someone look into it.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I want to.”
She sighs, sinking closer to me.
“It’s so hard to believe this is real life.”
“Well believe it, Seraphine. Because it is real. And if it’s up to me, it’s only going to get better.”
We stay in the hot tub until the sun goes down and the moon is bright in the sky.
Our skin is wrinkly from the water and our body temperature is higher than it should be, but we’re relaxed.
Both from the water but also from sharing pieces of ourselves with each other.
It’s funny how you can carry someone else’s weight better than your own.
Or maybe you aren’t carrying it at all because you know it’s okay to let it go.
I bring Seraphine up to my bedroom. She stands in awe, taking it all in. I walk past her, getting on the bed and patting my lap. Her towel slowly slips from her body, and she walks toward me, my eyes on her perfectly round tits that jiggle as she moves. It’s so sexy.
I’m already hard and aching for her, and not that I expect anything to happen, I’m perfectly content to go to sleep, I sure wish she would let me have her before we sleep together for the first time. In a bed. In my bed.
She doesn’t hesitate to crawl onto my lap, sliding her hot core up and down my shaft, slickening me up.
“You feel even better skin-to-skin,” I mutter against her lips.
“Take me this way,” she breathes. “I want to feel all of you.”
“Anything you want, Seraphine. Anything.”
Sliding my hands to her hips, I raise her up and shift to nudge my dick to her entrance and she slowly sinks down on me, nails scraping along my bare chest. My head presses into the pillow, heels digging into the bed.
When she starts to rock her hips, I see fucking stars.
How is it each time I have her it only feels better?
“Is this okay?” she asks, lifting up and sliding back down slowly.
“More than,” I groan.
“I’ve never done this before.”
Fuck. Is she kidding?
“My son didn’t let you ride his cock?”
She falters, but picks right back up, shaking her head.
“N-no.”
“Tell me how much better I feel, Seraphine. Tell me I fill you up better.”
“You do,” she moans. “So much better. You’re so—big!”
“Better than him?” I growl.
“Better than him!”
I thrust into her harder, going as deep as I can from down here.
“You’re doing perfect,” I tell her.
“Really?”
“Really.”
She moans as she grinds down on me before lifting back up. Her lips part when I move my hips beneath her.
“I like when you let me be in control. When you give yourself to me like this,” she says breathlessly.
Same, Seraphine.
“You will always be in control when we are together. You hold the power. What you want, you get.”
Her teeth sink into that plump bottom lip, and she smiles.
“You’re spoiling me.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
I run my hands up her thighs, up to her waist and then back down. Her skin is so soft, so beautifully flawless. Still warm from the hot tub.
“I may get used to it.”
“Maybe that’s what I want.”
She’s quiet for a moment, and we hold each other’s gazes as she rides me to her heart’s content.
“Can I make you come like this?” she whispers.
“You can.”
“Just like this?” she asks in a sultry tone, leaning forward to kiss my chest. I turn my head to the side, and she licks along my neck then nips at my jaw.
Fuck, I love when she’s all confident and take charge. So different from the meek woman I met a few months ago. I knew I saw that fire lingering beneath her skin, I knew that part of her wanted to be free. She only needed a safe space to do it, and I am so fucking grateful to be that for her.
“Yes, baby.” I groan again. “Just like that. Keeping going and I’ll fill your pretty pussy with all my cum.”
“Yes,” she whimpers. “Please. I want that.”
Knowing she wants me to come has me close, and instead of fighting it off like I normally would, because she hasn’t come yet, I give into it. I chase the pleasure, latching onto the feeling when it’s there and explode inside her.
She lifts her head to look down at me, and her gaze stays on mine as I come undone.
“That was so hot.”
“Yeah? What about this?”
Grabbing her hips, I lift her, urging her up my body and sliding down at the same time until her pussy is hovering over my face. She’s left a trail of my cum up my chest, but I’ll worry about cleaning us up later.
“Oh, God!”
Her hands slap the headboard, no doubt to stop herself from slamming into it.
I lick her clean of my cum before giving all my attention to her swollen and needy clit.
My fingers dig into her skin, and I need to remember to tell her that if I get too rough, she should tell me to stop.
I don’t want to hurt her, but I can’t control what happens when she’s around. I truly get crazy.
She rocks her hips along my face, moaning and crying out.
When she reaches her orgasm, it’s with a gush of cum and I swallow every goddamn drop, wanting more but knowing I won’t get it unless I give her a break.
Her body is shaking and she’s laughing, trying to get off me, but I keep going, never wanting to stop.
Finally I give in, allowing her to fall to the side. Her laughing subsides, turning into heavy breathing. I roll over, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss.
“I love that you don’t mind getting messy with me,” I tell her.
“It’s fun,” she admits. “And I like that nothing else matters.”
“How do you mean?” I ask as I get up to wipe myself off with her discarded towel, then do the same for her.
“I like that I’m more important than the mess. That it doesn’t matter how dirty things get— or say, if something were to break.”
I get on the back, turning onto my back before pulling her to my side. She rests her hand on my chest, throwing her leg over mine.
“Passion,” I add. “You like the passion of it.”
“Yes. I do.”
Kissing her head, I whisper, “It’s my favorite thing.”